An attempt at Creativity

Last year I asked my Facebook friends to help out with a writing project by commenting on my status with a word - any word they wanted. I frequently ask random questions, and while some truly are random, others do have a reason behind them. In this case I wanted random words to help write a poem. In an attempt to exercise my creative skill I wanted to write something with words chosen for me. I got quite a few responses and below are the results. I actually wrote two poems. The first is one where I used all the words in the order that they were posted on my Facebook request. The second poem also has all the words, but with no particular order in when I used them. Neither one is titled; since my friends and family had such a hand in writing them, I'll let them do that too!

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The pale moon rises, glowing its authenticity.
The stars sparkle and laugh - feisty in their knowledge of life,
The glow of their light inspiring the Earth below, reminding us of the origin of goodness.
The orange caramel sunrise shines,
benevolent on dewdrops and pines,
It whispers to us "appreciate everything"
A gentle wind brings us a child's laughter,
It's purity and richness endearing,
It's innocence a delight.
"Oui!" she yells, and collapses giggling
Onto tall grass and the moist soil below.

How efficacious this lazy Sunday,
Filled with fresh air, coffee, loved ones, and
A breakfast of pancakes - hot with syrup swirling joyful and jubilant,
A top berries and chocolate chips.
Maple sausage and warm buttermilk biscuits,
Saturate the senses and welcome one home.

While far away, dolphins leap and sing their happiness,
Bringing peace and love to the oceans vastness.
I am grateful for it all - grateful for this world.
Mountains blanketed in snow,
Fire leaves floating in autumn air,
Sweet peas blooming in early spring.
I see serenity in space, feel it in the desert,
Taste it in nutmeg ice cream.
This planet can be wicked,
But it carries more love than a mothers arms.

So when the sadness brings a melancholy so deep you might break,
Find inspiration in your dreams,
Feel the heartbeat of the universe,
and be Free.


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I love syrup swirled atop a jubilous stack
of chocolate chip pancakes,
A cup of nutmeg spiced coffee hot in my hands.
I enjoy them, as joyful as dolphins leaping
into an orange sunrise.

Next to me my cat sleeps. Lost
in dreams she stretches, purrs
endearing as her pre-dawn attack
on the faeries hiding in my bed sheets.
A feisty tigress, she'll always protect her home!

I am grateful for the peace and serenity
of the early morning quiet,
when the world still sleeps
and I'm alone to enjoy it.

The empty street is benevolent,
sweet peas are smiling, and
the air rings with the authenticity of
life’s promise.

The sun will rise soon.
It's rays bringing forth the wicked ways, melancholy thoughts, and desperate longings,
of lost souls.
Yes there will be joy, but also pain.
This clam will disappear.

But for now everyone dreams.
My skin moist is moist with steam from my cup.
I look to my street, drawing inspiration from
the shadowed trees and chirping birds,
I feel complete in my solitude.

But Oui!
A car comes, tires singing through the rain soaked streets, shattering my illusion.
That's ok though.

It's important to know we
are never truly alone.
That we have friends to laugh with,
a mother's should to cry on,
a random strangers kindness to find our smile...

Still, as the tail lights vanish
and the world stills again
I appreciate the silence even more.
I see the beginnings of sunrise
peaking through the clouds
inspiring me to write, to dream, to breathe.

So efficacious this time is for me,
a blissful silence leading to life's answers.
Without it I would be so lost,
Like the Big Dipper without the Northern Star.